...I'M SO SICK IN THE HEAD...
The ebb and flow of love and feelings
shall echo in memories of the past and seasons
the sweet voice of the east wind
shall read our memoirs
and yet bears no meaning to me
but here i'll stand, in this stormy august evening
hoping the rain could wash off my instil
It really makes me sick in the head!
last night, i woke up on a psychic bed
Ever since you left, i've never been myself
And just the thought of you makes me wanna take an ecstasy pill
My eye keeps raining tears of blood
hoping that one day you'd come back
without looking back you left my arms
without you coming back gives me a headache
a pain that led to this mental slavery
Insanity has taken over sanity
Youth has taken over maturity
i move,think and speak like a baby
It not your fault neither them nor mine
it this thing called love that caused the damage inside
Hm, am so sick in the head baby
but never blame yourself my darling
I guess it about time to let you be
So this could be the last poem to thee
One day you'd look for me
but you'd never find me
I'd be far gone,gone beyond your reach
As i walk the lonly path of a wanderer
i'd whistle along our last days together
It a moment in my heart, would last forever
So goodbye,bye until never
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